I stand here looking across this hay meadow
Where I use to run and play as a little fellow
My best friend Rebel was always by my side
He never got tired or asks to go inside

We would run from here to there 
He would chase a stick as I threw it in the air
Just like in the book about old yellow
He was my best friend and I sure miss that fellow

After school he would always meet the bus
Somehow he always knew it was us
I would quickly change clothes so we could have some fun
Then I would pick up my old single barrel shotgun

We would go to the woods for this had become a habit
Rebel and I looking for a rabbit
We would usually find one or two 
I would take them to granddaddy for he knew what to do

He would fry them up in a pan
They tasted better than anything out of a can
Sometimes Rebel and I would go to one of the ponds around our place
I would fish for bass and Rebel always sat in his favorite place

It seems I always caught four bass and never less
This made me think that I was the very best
Mama would put them in some kind of batter
I never ask her what she did because it really didn't matter

Here it is several years later and I can't run in fields like I use to do
But if Rebel was still here I believe we would try to
Rebel was such a find hunter and his reputation spread all around
One day he came up missing while we had gone to town

I looked for him everywhere in all of our regular places
He could not be found, there were not any traces
We finally decided that someone had taken him away
I would go to our favorite places and pray

I would cry myself to sleep at night 
But no one ever knew because that just wasn't right
I think of him still
When I look across a field 

He was my best friend and I miss him so much
Oh for one last touch
Then one day when I came home from the store
My wife pointing to a puppy on the floor

A red ribbon around his neck
I looked at her and said, "What the heck."
"I got him for you don't you know?"
As he ran around wagging his tail to and fro

We decided to name him Sam; I will always love him to the very end
For you see Sam is now my new best friend
We live in the city now and I miss those fields of my younger day
I know that if we were there today, Sam, Rebel and I would run and play

©Gerald Powell  
June 23, 2005
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